It was a Tuesday morning. My dad had called and asked me if I wanted to go to the Yankee game later that night. I had just gotten back from school up in Oswego that Sunday and I was feeling a little run down – too much partying will do that to you. I said I wasn’t sure and he said, “Don’t worry just let me know later.”
I remember going back and forth with myself all day from “Yes, I’ll go.” to “No I don’t feel well.” to “Maybe I’ll feel better if I get out of the house.” Finally, at the last second I decided to go. Like almost literally the last second. It was 5:30 when I made my decision – the start was 7:35 so we had plenty of time to make it to the game. I figured I hadn’t been to a game since the previous season and was curious to see what Yankee life would be like post Don Mattingly.
So my dad, brother and I headed down to the Stadium.